"Fourteen bodies, two decapitated, seven were bled to death, and five that were hairier than gorrillas. And you just happen to be there," he says slamming his meaty palm on the table.

"You know all those stories you hear when you were a kid. Those horror stories they made all the B rated movies outa," he takes another drag from his cigarette nearly burning the filter. Exhaling into the officer's face, "They're true."

"All right boys, lock'em up. We're getting no where with him tonight," says the officer as he turns. He knows he can't believe this guy even if he wanted to.

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